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I don't want to go outside...

You know, as much as I heckle Carlos, it's probably not smart to heckle a dude that likes to get drunk and box, not necessarily always in that order.

I wouldn't worry about it. The way he got all dreamy eyed when you posted something after your vacation, I think he's got a crush on you or something. A stalker maybe. Or just another crazy.:D





I'm so dead if I'm ever in Texas.:bawl:
 
I have to work every day, unless it's a phase 3 whiteout condition. I've walked to work in -65F.


I like the snow and cold weather more than almost anyone, but I once experienced a morning where I had to go out and make it to work when it was -53F and I totally wussed out. I had to let the car run for 20 minutes while I layered up in full winter gear. The cold air that touched my face through the tiny opening in my hood felt like acid and it hurt to breathe, and I felt sorry for myself the entire half hour ride to work as the heater couldn't even begin to keep up.

I don't see how you could walk anywhere in temperatures significantly colder than that. You must have been dressed for the summit of Mt. Everest.
 
I like the snow and cold weather more than almost anyone, but I once experienced a morning where I had to go out and make it to work when it was -53F and I totally wussed out. I had to let the car run for 20 minutes while I layered up in full winter gear. The cold air that touched my face through the tiny opening in my hood felt like acid and it hurt to breathe, and I felt sorry for myself the entire half hour ride to work as the heater couldn't even begin to keep up.

I don't see how you could walk anywhere in temperatures significantly colder than that. You must have been dressed for the summit of Mt. Everest.

Depends on the humidity. There is a reason why I wore a long sleeve button up shirt, under shirt, jeans, and hiking boots without sweating in Nevada and Arizona. While I know I'm talking about the other end of the temperature spectrum here, it still applies.

/boy scout
 
We had both days of winter this last week. It got so cold that there were actually patches of ice on the road.

That's only funny if you know just how desperately badly in North Texas drive on ice.

On a related note I discovered just how badly engineered the window defroster and climate system in my Hyundai could be. I don't get that. It gets really cold in Korea. They should know how to clear the frost and fog off of the windshield without inducing heatstroke in the passenger compartment. My wife was begging me to turn down the heat so she could breathe, and I couldn't because I somehow felt it was important to see. Our compromise was to open the windows.
 
Wait...a New York, New Yorker complaining about how Floridians drive?!? I think that takes the pot vs. kettle debate to a whole new level...

Actually, during my 20+ years of residence in the great state of Flaw(iduh), I discovered through painstaking research that the typical really bad driver on our roads was one of two specie:

1) Tourist - Identified easily via either out of state plates or the obvious rental car they were "driving". I once saw, and this is not hyperbola, a station wagon (this is in the mid 80's) filled with kids and sporting a Wisconsin license plate, pulled to a stop in the right hand TRAVEL LANE of I-4 between the exits for EPCOT and the Magic Kingdom next to a state trooper, with the driver leaning over to the passenger window, apparantly asking for directions. :eek: :rollno: The trooper, once he recovered from his obvious shock at such an unreal act, hit his lights and had the driver pull over to the shoulder. I am still hoping he cuffed him and hauled him off, never to be seen again, in hopes that he would not continue to reproduce (there were at least 4 kids in the car) and pass his genetic material on.

2) Transplant - Typically from the northeast, and most commonly from the state of New York. Not kidding. ;)

A common t-shirt at the time, amongst natives and semi-natives (I can claim semi-native status, both of my parents are from Florida, and for many years as an Air Force brat, it was the only constant place, and was "home" of a sort, prior to my moving to New Orleans), stated this:

"Happiness is a north-bound Canadian with a New Yorker under each arm!"

("Snow birds" are an annoyance during winter that can hardly be described to a non-native Floridian.)

Therefore: all poor driving skills exhibited in the state of Florida, at least until I left (for good, you yankees can have what's left! :spit: ) were the result of non-Floridian drivers.
 
Actually, during my 20+ years of residence in the great state of Flaw(iduh), I discovered through painstaking research that the typical really bad driver on our roads was one of two specie:

1) Tourist - Identified easily via either out of state plates or the obvious rental car they were "driving". I once saw, and this is not hyperbola, a station wagon (this is in the mid 80's) filled with kids and sporting a Wisconsin license plate, pulled to a stop in the right hand TRAVEL LANE of I-4 between the exits for EPCOT and the Magic Kingdom next to a state trooper, with the driver leaning over to the passenger window, apparantly asking for directions. :eek: :rollno: The trooper, once he recovered from his obvious shock at such an unreal act, hit his lights and had the driver pull over to the shoulder. I am still hoping he cuffed him and hauled him off, never to be seen again, in hopes that he would not continue to reproduce (there were at least 4 kids in the car) and pass his genetic material on.

2) Transplant - Typically from the northeast, and most commonly from the state of New York. Not kidding. ;)

A common t-shirt at the time, amongst natives and semi-natives (I can claim semi-native status, both of my parents are from Florida, and for many years as an Air Force brat, it was the only constant place, and was "home" of a sort, prior to my moving to New Orleans), stated this:

"Happiness is a north-bound Canadian with a New Yorker under each arm!"

("Snow birds" are an annoyance during winter that can hardly be described to a non-native Floridian.)

Therefore: all poor driving skills exhibited in the state of Florida, at least until I left (for good, you yankees can have what's left! :spit: ) were the result of non-Floridian drivers.

Hey Gard,

Texans and Floridians on vacation or transplants are the worst drivers here in Colorado. :spit: